“I pity who would ever dip it in Serena!”
—said 1 of the chicks to sit with me,
[un]w[rap]ping her fajita.
My heart went hopitty-hipitty
“I’d take him to the cleaners
for even smudging my sister, G!”
I laundered my demeanor to dress-up the serendipity
—
Spotless lyricism!
